Europa
Broken glassSmoke and ashTake you away through the underpassThe men outside look at youAnd long to do what I’m going to
EuropaLaid bareEuropaMy old friend
Take off your clothesLay down your hairLie under the coversOver thereCities fall, cities burnMen line up to take a turn
Europa
We look beneath the surfaceWe’ll tell you what we seeIt is the same old story thatWe see in history
The birds have flown and giants fallMachines don’t run behind the wallWhen something is born as the old ways burnAs sure as the tide it starts to turn
Oh, we stand, tired on our feet,And we read the news, as paper blows down the street.
And we sing our sadness across the yards,And we pray, we pray,The future won't be so hard.